The man in white suddenly groaned: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. Good poetry! Good sword! Baiyun City didn't disappoint me after all! The first sword of Baiyun City is not the sunset, but you! ”

Sunset is known as the number one swordsman in White Cloud City! Rank him in the top twenty of the weapons spectrum.

At the end of autumn, Yang said coldly: "The number one swordsman in Baiyun City is always the sunset!" That will never change. ”

His muscles trembled and trembled! Sunset is the person he respects the most, he has always taken good care of him, he can allow others to say about himself! But no one is allowed to say the sunset!

The sunset is the symbol of White Cloud City!

The man in white laughed, he shook his head and said, "Maybe it is now, but it will never be in the future!" ”

The pupils of the late autumn sun contracted, and a cold light shot out!

The man in white didn't dodge, his eyes met him, and a series of sparks suddenly sparked in the sky!

The man in white suddenly said word by word: "You have to endure loneliness and loneliness to learn swords!" And learning a sword itself is a lonely and lonely thing! Only those who stand on a high place can truly appreciate loneliness and loneliness! It's a pity that it's not the sunset standing here, it's you! ”

The eyes of the man in white are hot!

Because although the mountains are frozen, there is also snow. But the sword marks of the stones on the mountain are still there! It's still clear!

What a lonely and lonely thing it is for a person to practice a sword at the highest point on the top of a mountain! He also learned swords, and his sword did not come from the noisy bustling sound! Rather, from the icy woods and the night!

Only by calming down and learning swords sincerely can you be called a swordsman!

Swordsmen are destined to be lonely and lonely!

There may also be vultures and mountain eagles on the mountain!

Are vultures and mountain eagles not lonely and lonely? If they weren't lonely, how could they fly so high?

The man in white continued: "Learning a sword is originally a lonely thing, how can you learn a sword well without superhuman mind, perseverance and determination!" And in this ten thousand high mountain middle school swords, it is necessary to have perseverance and confidence beyond ordinary people! ”

The words are over! The sword is not out yet!

The eyes of the late autumn sun contracted again, leaving only a black dot. His hand had involuntarily grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the sword could be unsheathed at any time!

His eyes were no longer focused on the two leaves, but on the sword in the hand of the man in white!

Falling leaves blow snow sword!

Just from the way the man in white held the sword, he knew how fast this sword was!

It was a pair of white, clean and neat hands, with slender and powerful fingers. It's a pity that he doesn't learn the sword.

Their hands were resting on the hilts of their swords. But no one drew their swords first!

It's not that they don't pull out! It's that they don't have a chance at all!

The snow continued to drift as if a century had passed.

The late autumn sun is used to it, he is used to this loneliness, this loneliness!

He has been in the game for two years, and he has never stepped out of the Jade Gate Pass for half a step in the past two years, and he is still practicing sword in addition to practicing swords here!

In addition to the sunset that can be done in Baiyun City, the other person left is the late autumn sun!

But a cold sweat appeared on his face!

The snow turned into ice slag on his face, and the wind whistled through it, and his face hurt like a knife's edge!

The man in white didn't move, not even blinking. He's also used to this kind of moment, as if he had only one person, only himself!

The snowflakes hit his eyes, and they were immediately wet. His eyes suddenly went dark, and his hand gripped the hilt of his sword even tighter!

The sword is ready to be unsheathed!

The sword of the late autumn sun was not drawn!

He's still waiting!

The wind continues to howl! The snow continues to fall!

Snow cold! The wind is colder!

The snow had already covered their boots, and their legs seemed to be unable to lift up, and the clothes on their legs were soaked.

The man in white suddenly said, "Why don't you make a move, you had two great opportunities to make a move just now." ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said lightly: "I have occupied the geographical advantage!" I don't want to occupy the sky! ”

Of course, the man in white understood what he meant, and the late autumn sun was undoubtedly familiar with everything in front of him, and he often practiced swords here, so understanding everything here undoubtedly occupied a favorable location!

"Admire!" Before the man in white could finish his words, the two leaves in his hand suddenly shot out.

Qiu Moyang's eyes didn't blink, he didn't look at the two flying leaves, but paid attention to the sword in the hand of the man in white!

Because he already felt that maybe only this sword could really kill him!

This sword is not only lonely and lonely, but also has excellent perseverance!

The white light suddenly appeared, like a meteor in the dark night, directly breaking through the sky, and the mountain was suddenly like a lightning!

Even the sword is white!

The sword obliterates the west wind and pierces the western sky!

A black mang roared past, and the boulder that had been frozen for thousands of miles suddenly cracked for dozens of miles, and the alternative black mang shone in the night, like a ghost fire! It was as dazzling as last night's starry sky. The people of the late autumn sun ran out with the sword, like wild horses.

Sword Qi is rampant! Murderous!

The two leaves were suddenly pierced by the two swords, and they became thousands of fragments that fell into the air with snowflakes!

The two swords were staggered, connected, and with a series of sparks, the two of them staggered in the direction!

A two-inch sword mark was cut on Qiu Moyang's arm, and blood gushed out. And the left chest of the man in white was also cut out.

"What a domineering sword!"

"What a fast sword!"

The two of them spoke at the same time!

Because he saw that the feet of the late autumn sun suddenly exerted force, and the boulder that had been frozen for thousands of miles suddenly cracked, and the sword in his hand was even more domineering, like a wild horse that lost its direction in the night, galloping wildly!

So he didn't dare to take it hard, but used the tip of the sword to point at the blade of Qiu Mo Yang's sword, and rubbed it forward, not only removing the force on Qiu Mo Yang's sword, but also piercing his arm like lightning.

It's just that he didn't expect that Qiu Suyang's sword was too domineering, and the remaining momentum was still on his left chest!

The wind and snow are staggered, hitting the wounds, and the late autumn sun squints.

He gritted his teeth and picked up his sword, and rushed forward again, his eyes emptying but his sword.

There is no way forward, there is no return. With a strong and incomparable confidence, he went all out and killed the past directly.

He knew that he must not give the man in white a chance, and his sword would never be as fast as the man in white!

The sword went down and up, and it was indomitable, and the incomparably sharp sword, heavy as the entire peak of Mount Hua, went straight to the man in white!

With this thorn, the snow around the man in white miraculously melted away. He only felt that the blade of the sword was as cold as the corpse of a dead man, and at this moment it was overwhelming towards him.

The blade of the sword weighed 10,000 pounds, and it was like a raging wave in front of him, out of control!

The man in white held his sword in both hands and slashed it into the wind, which turned out to be an ordinary force to split Huashan.

This move turned out to be complicated, this move had no wind, no speed and power could be seen, and it only fell without warning at the place where the hilt of the sword and the sword body of the late autumn sun met.

His sword can't go any further!

It is by no means the only way to use the power splitting Huashan to return to the realm of such a return to the basics, and this incomparably exquisite move of simplifying the complex is by no means comparable to the ordinary power splitting Huashan.

The sword of the man in white shook again, like a snow lotus blooming in the Tianshan Mountains, and the sword light shone like a full moon. Instantly illuminates the entire cliff.

Qiu Moyang held the long sword tightly in his hand, his eyes were firmly fixed on this sword, his eyes were contracting, the slower the sword light, the smaller his pupils contracted.

The leaves are yellow, the snow is everywhere, and the wind is cold everywhere.

The heart is colder and quieter at this time of the late autumn sun.

The sword of the man in white is very slow, slow like an old grandmother holding an embroidery needle, this sword slowly stabs, but in the eyes of the late autumn sun, this sword is simple, calm and calm.

The sky and the earth are cold, the heart is calm, the heart is cold, and the sword is even colder.

The sword light cut through thousands of layers of ice slag, approaching the throat of the late autumn sun.

At the end of autumn, Yang could even feel the coldness of this sword with his eyes, and the coldness and ruthlessness of this sword had seen through the feelings of the world.

With a slight slash of the blade, the cold ice slag and the snowflakes falling in the air were pierced like blood, splashing everywhere.

At the end of autumn, Yang's sword suddenly shook, and his hand also shook, and in the end, it turned into a ten thousand sword shadows, directly enveloping the man in white!

The sky was full of blood, silver, and black shadows, like meteors that were flying rapidly, staggered. Connect.

"Bell, bell." Continuous.

The two of them separated almost at the same time, and at the end of autumn, Yang stood with his sword horizontally, his sword edge dripping with blood, and the snow under his feet that had been frozen for thousands of miles was red.

And the snow and falling leaves sword in the hand of the man in white also dripped a series of blood flowers! Neither of them paid attention to the dozen or so wounds on their bodies, but still stared closely at the sword in each other's hands!

The cold wind was even stronger, and the snow on the mountains at an altitude of thousands of meters was frozen by the biting cold wind. Their wounds were torn apart by the wind, but none of them had come to wipe them, they had forgotten the pain.

The wind continued to blow, and the blood had congealed into ice.

The snow suddenly stopped, and a full moon burst out of the sky!

The moonlight sprinkled on the two of them, and countless wounds were shocking! At the end of autumn, Yang had forgotten how many swords he had been hit in his body, and he knew that the swords in the man in white were not less than his own!

The wind was still very strong, and no one could stand here to withstand such temperatures, and their blood and sweat had condensed into ice, and they had to move.

"A sword!" At the end of autumn, Yang suddenly spoke!

"Good!" The tone of the man in white was full of confidence! "This sword is destined to be won by me! Your sword is domineering, but it is no faster than mine! ”

At the end of autumn, Yang's hand tightened again, and his pupils continued to contract! The green tendons on his body burst out, and the momentum was like taking the head of a general in a 10,000-strong army horse, and his sword slammed into the ground, and the snowflakes immediately flew up.

The sword qi is 100,000 miles long!

Snowflakes follow the sword, and the sword accompanies snowflakes.

The snow sword is long and spans thousands of mountains, and people and plants are ruthless.

The sword of the late autumn sun is no longer a sword, but a thick snow sword, and there is only one light left between heaven and earth, a thick and dazzling snow light.

The snow is cold, and the sword is ruthless. Leng Xue was ruthlessly condensed into ice by the sword, and when it was final, it was directly transformed into thousands of ice crystals, ice swords.

The long sword slowly stabbed down, and the ice crystals suddenly dispersed, as beautiful and dazzling as the fireworks that bloomed.

"Bang."

The ice crystals dispersed, melted into water like spring rain, and sprinkled on the cold earth.

The sword didn't stop! Instead, it rushed to the throat of the man in white like a meteorite bursting out of the sky!

Flying Immortals!

The most domineering sword in Baiyun City! Flying Immortals!

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